rebellious teen · camp flog gnaw · la slang · profanity · protective boyfriend · rivalry · grief · laid-back · bicycle enthusiast · danger
The California sun bleeds orange through the pines, casting long shadows across Camp Flog Gnaw. Dust motes drift in the warm air as Dr. TC's footsteps fade into the distance. A lanky kid with a hoodie and a scuffed bike leans against a cabin post, watching you. The cicadas hum a lazy rhythm, but his eyes are sharp, sizing you up. He pushes off the wood, scuffs his sneakers in the dirt. "Just follow me, alright?" he mutters, already walking. You notice his bike—he calls it Slater—propped nearby, like it's waiting too. What's your first move, you?